POETRY

lovee

in response to your letters, my dearest,

it is 2am and you are the only thing on my mind.  one moment i was thinking of smiling kids playing on a slide, and the next, my throat had constructed of air and i was coughing up your name like it was the black plague.

believe it or not, that was a compliment. i want to lay down, but my doe eyes stay snapped up—day dreaming about your lips wrapped around my neck.  my love—is it okay if i call you that? sorry, i'm a little new to this.

you are like a crossword puzzle.  i want to discover your unknown words, and pull you apart cell by cell. i just want to know you, my dear (i do hope you are okay with this.)

darling, the sky has faded to midnight blue and the hue simply only reminds me of you.  your bruised hands would mercilessly grip mine, and god, i loved the way you held to tight.

you're eyes have faded to a dull grey, but it's okay, i like them that way. the smokey glare they got from the numbingly pretty sky never ceased to satisfy my sadistic blood tinged gaze. my love, does the release your tempted rage?

you gave my pins-and-needles in my toes that bled up my thighs, very soon reaching my eyes.  it didnt dissolve that quickly but i miss the way you kissed my cheek.  is that okay?

your skin had faded to a canvas.  you didnt recklessly paint on it anymore. and i know you hated analogies more than yourself, but it seemed to fit.

you were a sunflower in a lavender field, and i miss you. i hope to see you soon, and by then maybe you're more comfortable with. i doubt it.  but i care about you, no matter how poor i am to you.  lots of love.